You need me,
but you don't need me.
You love me, sometimes.
Other times, I don't cross your mind.
Not once.
I want you,
but I don't want you.
Damn it.
I'm being held hostage by my own thoughts.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Suicide...
Poetry(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that...
